Shortly after my most recent move, my long-time boyfriend and I ended our relationship. The next week, I was scheduled to preach.
I'm part of a multi-pastor church, and my colleagues graciously offered to step in and preach in my place. But I was stubborn. I decided that I wanted—no, needed—to preach.
This is the third time I've said goodbye to a congregation. I should know how by now, but I'm still overwhelmed by the emotional awkwardness.
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